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ἐπίστρεφε, ἐπίστρεφε, καὶ ὀψόμεθα ἐν σοί.

Τί δψεοθε ἐν τῆ Σουμανείτιδις

ἡ ἐρχομένη ὡς χοροὶ τῶν παρεμβολῶν.

(2) Ὡραιώθησαν διαβήματά σου ἐν ὑποδήμασιν,

θύγατερ Ναδάβ.

ὀυθμοὶ μηρῶν σου ὃμοιοι ὁρμίσκοις.

ἔργον τεχνίτου.

ὀμφαλός σου κρατὴρ τορευτός,

μὴ ὑστερούμενος κρᾶμα·

κοιλία σου θιμωνιὰ σίτου πεφραγμένη ἐν κρίνοις.

δύο μαστοί σου ὡς δύο νεβροὶ δίδυμοι δορκάδος·

ὁ τράχηλός σου ὡς πύργος ἐλεφάντινος.

οἱ ὀφθαλμοί σου ὡς λίμναι ἐν Ἐσεβῶν,

ἐν πύλαις θυγατρὸς πολλῶν.

μυκτήρ σου ὡς πύργος τοῦ Λιβάνου

σκοπεύωυ πρόσαοπον Δαμασκοῦ.

κεφαλή σου ἐπὶ σέ ὡς Κάρμηλος,

καὶ πλόκιον κεφαλῆς σου ὡς πορφύρα,

βασύιεὺς δεδεμένος ἐν παραδρομαῖς.

τί ὡραιώθης, καὶ τί ἡδύνθης,

ἀγάπη, ἐν τρυφαῖς σους

τοῦτο μέγεθός σου·

ὡμοιώθης τῷ φοίνικι,

καὶ οἱ μαστοί σου τοῖς βότρυσιν.

εἶπα Ἀναβήσομαι ἐπὶ τῷ φοίνικι,

κρατήσω τῶυ ὕψεωυ αὐτοῦ·

καὶ ἔσονται δὴ μαστοί σου ὡς βότρυες τῆς ἀμπέλου,

καὶ ὀσμὴ ῥινός σου ὡς μῆλα,

καὶ ὁ λάρυγξ σου ὡς οἶνος ὁ ἀγαθός,

πορευόμενος τῷ ἀδελφιδῷ μου εἰς εὐθύτητα,

²³

ἱκανούμενος χείλεσίν μου καὶ ὀδοῦσιν.

Ἐγὼ τῷ ἀδελφιδῷ μου.

καὶ ἐπʼ ἐμὲ ἡ ἐπιστροφὴ αὐτοῦ.

ἐλθὲ, ἀδελφιδέ μου, ἐξέλθωμεν εἰς ἀγρόν.

αὐλισθῶμευ ἐν κώμαις·

ὀρθρίσωμεν εἰς ἀμπελῶνας,

ἴδωμεν εἰ ἤνθησεν ἡ ἄμπελος,

ἤνθησεν ὁ κυπρισμός, ἤνθησαν αἱ ῥὸαι·

ἐκεῖ δώσω τοὺς μαστούς μου σοί.

οἱ μανδραγόραι ἔδωκαν ὀσμήν,

καὶ ἐπὶ θύραις ἡμῶν πάντα ἀκρόδρυα,

νέα πρὸς παλαιά, ἀδελφιδέ μου, ἐτήρησά σοι.

Canticle. Septuaginta. ed. Henry Barclay Swete D.D.. United States. 2017.

Funding provided by Harvard Library Arcadia Fund.

Current edition First1KGreek

Ἆσμα (Greek) (Septuaginta. The Old Testament in Greek According to the Septuagint. Volume 2: I Chronicles-Tobit. Swete, Henry Barclay, editor. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1896.)

Translations (1)

Canticle Perseus (World English Bible. Revision of the American Standard Version of 1901. Rainbow Missions, Inc., 2000-2024.) — 7 focus

How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skillful workman.

Your body is like a round goblet, No mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, Set about with lilies.

Your two breasts are like two fawns, That are twins of a roe.

Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

Your head on you is like Carmel, The hair of your head like purple; The king is held captive in its tresses.

How beautiful and how pleasant are you, Love, for delights!

This, your stature, is like a palm tree, Your breasts like its fruit.

I said, I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit. Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, The smell of your breath like apples, Beloved

Your mouth like the best wine, That goes down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

I am my beloved’s. His desire is toward me.

Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.

Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, Its blossom is open, And the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.

The mandrakes give forth fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have stored up for you, my beloved.

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Canticle

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Septuaginta Canticle 7

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